A/N HELLO NEW YORK! :D And Alice calls BlackStar short. Hehehe. BLACKSTAR ABUSE! :D Carla means Baggage Cart. They get fake ! YAY! Anyway, I'm adding some adultish stuff in here to make the fic more realistic. So, yeah. ENJOY!
"Wow. This is a nice place." Alice said sarcastically.
"We need to find a hotel, because I can't be seen driving." he said. "The question is, which one?"
"Eh, just choose one. I don't think anyone'll really care." Alice mumbled.
"How about...this one?" he asked, pulling into the parking lot of the Mandarin Oriental.
"As long as it's not one of those shitty slut hotels, I'm fine." Alice replied.
"Heh, far from." he said, getting out of the RV.
"It better not be..." Alice said, also getting out of the van. "...Should we wake them up?" she gestured to the rest of the people in the car.
"Let's book the rooms, then we'll come back and wake them." he said, and began walking towards the hotel lobby.
"OK." She said and followed him.
They walked in and Brandon walked up to the counter.
"Hello, I need 6 Central Park view rooms, please." he asked the receptionist.
"That will be $6000 a night, sir." she responded.
He quickly glanced over to Alice. She took six pieces of gold out of her pocket and gave them to the receptionist. "Will this cover our stay?" The receptionist just starred at the coins and handed the two the room keys.
"I'll take that as a yes." Brandon said, walking away.
"Let me guess, another witch?" he said as they walked outside.
"No. Why?" Alice asked.
"Just wondering why you didn't hypnotize her." he said, walking to the RV.
"If I do it too much, I'll faint from exhaustion." Alice explained. "Like in Russia. When we resonated, for some reason, it took a lot of energy out of my body and I fainted."
"Oh. But why would that drain your energy?" he asked.
"Dunno. It just does." Alice replied.
"Wierd..." he said, climbing into the RV. "Hey, c'mon guys, get up. Your rooms await."
"Are we there yet?" BlackStar queried groggily, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Open your damn eyes and check." Brandon said.
"Just get of the fuckin' RV, shorty." Alice told him. Brandon instantly had to refrain from laughing.
"I'm not short!" BlackStar retorted.
"Yes you are! Admit it!" Alice shot back immaturely.
"I've seen Oompa Loompas who were taller than you." Brandon said. Several people in the RV burst out laughing.
"I'm the same height as Kidd!" BlackStar defended.
"Kidd is taller than you by half of an inch." Alice pointed out.
"Wait, how did you know that?" Brandon asked.
"Uh, I can tell by looking at them. Kidd is slightly taller." Alice explained.
Brandon quickly glanced over. "You're right." he said, judging their heights.
"Told ya'!" Alice boasted.
"Such beautiful symmetry!" Kidd said, looking at the two of them.
"Wha...?" Alice trailed off.
"Wanna screw with him?" Brandon whispered quickly.
"Sure." Alice whispered back. Brandon quickly pulled out a marker from the glove box and drew a straight line down Alice's face. Kidd saw this and fainted. Alice half-glared at Brandon. "That better not be a permanent marker."
"Its not. It washes off with water." he said, putting it away.
"Alright, now on a side note; what's with him and symmetry?" Alice asked, laughing.
"I don't know. He's OCD about it though." Brandon said, shrugging.
Alice raised an eyebrow. "OCD? He doesn't really seem like the kind of person to have OCD." she stated.
"I hope you are being sarcastic." he said, opening the luggage compartment.
"I'm not. Why?"
"Have you ever seen him when something is symmetrical? It's like he's on ecstasy or something. And when something is unsymmetrical, he freaks the fuck out." Brandon explained, loading bags onto Carla that they brought outside.
"Actually, this is the first time I've seen him like that." Alice replied.
"Well, I guess you just don't see him that much." he quickly said, trying to avoid talking about the dimension differences.
"In fact, I think this is only the third time I've ever seen him." Alice replied, deep in thought.
"Ok then. Let's get this stuff inside." he said, and began pushing the cart.
"Alright, then!" Alice said and everyone followed Brandon inside.
They all got inside one of the large elevators and reached their rooms.
"Every meister and their weapons get one room." he said, handing the key cards to all of the meisters.
"I just hope they have more than one bed." Alice mumbled as each group or pair went into their rooms. Alice and Brandon went into their room, and were relived to see there was, in fact, two beds per room.
"That could have sucked." Brandon said, pushing the cart with their luggage into the room.
"Yes. It would've sucked..." Alice said, flopping onto her bed.
"My god, I forgot how comfortable a bed was..." Brandon said, collapsing onto his bed.
"Same..." Alice replied.
"Hey, you have one at our warehouse. The only other bed that I've slept in since we've gone through the portal is that shitty one in the RV." he said, stretching out.
"Oh yeah..." Then Alice got up, went to the bathroom and washed her face. "Pffft, I hope we find that stupid witch soon."
"Let's think about it: If you were a lustful witch, where would you hide in New York City?" he asked, trying to think of places to look.
"Probably in a shitty hotel bangin' some random guy." Alice responded, rolling over on her bed so that she was facing the ceiling.
"Good idea. Just how the hell are we getting into a slut-filled hotel?" he asked, noticing his lack of I.D.
"I have no idea... and no, I'm not gonna' pose as a whore so we can get in." Alice replied.
"I wasn't thinking that." he shot back quickly. "We should look for someone who can print us a fake I.D."
Alice sighed. "What'll we do if we can't, Brandon?"
"Blow every shithole hotel to bits." he said, grinning.
"That'd kill a lot of innocent people, Brandon. We can't do that." Alice shot back quietly.
"You consider someone who goes to a brothel 'innocent'?" he asked.
"Well, they're not Kishins so they're innocent." Alice countered.
"I guess..." Brandon said. "Wait, I think I remember where we can get a fake I.D."
"Where?" Alice asked, intrigued.
"I remember, back when I was a kid, my parents would bring me to the city all the time, since we lived at the border of New Jersey. I remember, at the corner of 90th East and 1st avenue, there was an I.D. Maker named Kevin. We should go see him." Brandon said, drawing back on his childhood memories.
"Are you sure he's in this dimension?" Alice asked.
"It's worth a try. The only stipulation is that he only comes out after 10:00." he said.
"Hmm, I guess we should at least see if he IS here..." Alice agreed.
"If not, we're kinda screwed." he finished.
"Well, we can still use Blair, right?"
"Another good idea." he said, taking note of that fact.
"I'm full of good ideas! But if we DO go with that, how am I gonna' get in?" Alice wondered aloud. Brandon just grinned. "Why are you smiling like that...?"
"No reason." he said, still grinning.
"Dude, you're creeping me out..."
"Fine." he said, he grin ending. "What are we going to do until 10:00?"
"Dunno. But please, don't smile like that ever again. You looked like a rapist."
Brandon chuckled a little. "How about we go check out the city?" he asked, thinking of things to do.
"Why not?" Alice said, sitting up.
"Let's get the other guys and we'll head out." he said, standing up.
Alice also stood up. "Yeah..." she was still concerned about why Brandon was grinning like that. She really hoped he wasn't thinking what she thought he was thinking. They walked outside, and Brandon knocked on everyone's door.
"C'mon, we're going to see the city." he called after he knocked. Soon, everybody was outside. "Are you all ready?"
"Yes." Everyone said.
"Alright, let's go." he said, and they left the hotel. Luckily, across the street was Central Park. "You guys want to go to the Park?" he asked, waiting at the crosswalk.
"Sure, why not?" Maka said. Everyone else-except BlackStar, who still mad at them-agreed.
They quickly walked in, and immediately separated. They all did their own activities, and met back by the entrance within an hour. "That was fun." Brandon said, taking a bite of a hotdog.
"Yeah," Alice said, taking a bite out of a cheeseburger.
"Where should we go next?" he asked, finishing the hot dog.
"Dunno."
"How about Times Square?" he suggested, thinking of the things that he could do there.
"Sure," Alice replied. "What're we gonna do there?"
"...You two seem to be having fun." Liz smirked.
"Hey, I know what you're implying, and no." Brandon said.
Alice looked at Liz like she was stupid. "What? It's easy to believe that!"
"Well, are you and Kidd a couple?" Alice asked.
"No."
"Didn't think so."
"So stop thinking we are." Brandon said.
"We piss eachother off too much!" Alice chuckled.
"That is true. And we occasionally scare each other shitless." he added, also chuckling. Alice laughed.
"OK, whatever you say..." Liz said slyly while walking away.
"That's disturbing." Brandon said to himself as she walked away.
"...Very disturbing..." Alice agreed. They soon arrived at their destination. They once again parted ways, meeting back at the center after 2 hours.
"Ah, memories." Brandon said, taking a sip of a soda he bought.
"This place is nice, I guess." Alice responded.
"Well,this is the nicest part of the city." he said, taking another sip. He then checked his phone. "It's 9:30, so we should start heading towards Kevin. The rest of you, take a taxi back to the hotel. He probably wont like being surrounded." he said, putting his phone away.
"OK, let's go then!" Alice exclaimed when the others left. They walked quickly, and soon found a man at the corner of 90th and 1st. The man was wearing sun glasses, and a leather jacket. He looked about 26 or 27. Brandon approached him.
"Hey, are you Kevin?" he asked.
"Yea, why?" the man responded. He had a heavy Italian accent.
"I need an I.D." Brandon said.
"What are you lookin' for?" the man asked.
"An I.D. that says I'm 18, along with a driver's license." Brandon said. The man pulled out some cards from his pocket, and found the proper cards.
"I'm gonna need a picture." he said, and pulled out a camera. He then put the I.D. In a slot at the bottom of the camera. He took his picture, and it printed onto the I.D. and the license. He then handed the cards to Brandon.
"That'll be $100." he said, obviously blowing the price out of proportion.
"Alice." Brandon said, turning to look at her.
Alice took out a gold coin. "I'll give you this if you make me an I.D too." He took a photo of her and took the gold.
"Thanks." the man said, and Brandon and Alice walked away. "Do you think it will work?" The meister asked, looking over his fake I.D.
"...Maybe. We look a bit too young to be 18..." Alice replied.
"There's only one way to test it." he said, and stated walking towards what appeared to be a Brothel. Alice followed him. He walked up to the door, where a large man stopped him. He showed the I.D., and the man began looking it over.
"You're good." he said, and opened the door. When Brandon walked inside, his jaw dropped and his nose began trickling blood. All around him were scantly clad women.
Alice, who was still outside, just leaned on the wall coolly. She waved to the man. "Hi."
"If you're goin' in, I gotta' see an I.D." He replied.
"I'm just waiting for my friend." Silence. Pure, awkward silence. "...So how's the weather?" Brandon quickly walked out, and saw Alice.
"Let's go." he said, and started walking away.
She followed. "...Dude, what's with the nosebleed?"
"I was seduced by 10 different hookers. Why do you think I have a nosebleed?" he said, the image still clear in his mind.
"Hehe, you player." Alice giggled.
"My nose is still trickling." he said, wiping his nose.
"Pervert~!" she chided.
"So? I'm a teenage boy. I'm entitled to being a pervert." Brandon said, grinning.
"I guess you're right about that." Alice smirked.
"We should probably get back to the hotel." he said.
"Yeah." Alice agreed. "...And wipe that blood off your face. People are gonna' think I did something to you!"
"Hehehe..." Brandon laughed pervertedly while wiping the blood off of his face.
"We should call a taxi or something." Alice chuckled. "I'm too tired to walk."
Brandon then stepped one foot out into the street, and started waving his hand. "Taxi!" he called, and one pulled over. "Take us to the Mandarin Oriental please." he said as they got into the cab.
"Well, today was rather fun, don't 'cha think, Brandon?" Alice asked after sitting in the cab.
"Indeed." he said, wiping more blood off of his face.
Alice laughed. "You're STILL nosebleeding?"
"There were a lot of women." he replied, wiping his hand on his jeans.
"And? Get rid of it before we get home!" Alice grinned. "Do ya' really think Liz is gonna' leave us alone if she thinks I gave you a nosebleed?"
"She'll think you like it kinky." Brandon joked, wiping more blood.
Alice giggled. "Who said I didn't?"
"Woah. Dominatrix alert." he said, raising his hands in feigned surrender.
"I'm just kidding!" she replied, laughing. "...Maybe..."
"Should I get the duct tape again?" he asked.
"...Pervert."
"You're the one who started it!" Brandon said.
"No, really. That sounds like something a rapist would do. Along with that creepy grin earlier... You're kinda' creepin' me out, Brandon..." Alice replied.
"Your the one talking about beating me!" he retorted.
"I never said anything like that!" Alice scoffed, lightly punching Brandon's shoulder.
"There. You just hit me. You don't need to say it, because your actions speak for themselves." he said.
Alice put her arm over his shoulder. "Quit bein' such a wimp and take it like a man!" she said playfully.
"Fine." he said, wiping his nose again. "Hey, my nose bleed stopped!"
"Finally!" The taxi then stopped in front of the hotel.
"Just in time too." Brandon said, looking at the hotel.
"At least you didn't get blood all over the seat." Alice mumbled, getting out of the cab and paying the driver with gold. "C'mon, Brandon."
"Alright." he said, getting out of the cab.
Alice started walking towards the hotel, but stopped and turned. "You coming?" she asked.
"What? Yea, yea I'm coming." he said, snapping out of a day dream. The two went inside the hotel and up to their room. Brandon walked in and collapse onto his bed, not even bothering to take off his shorts. "Good night." he said, passing out instantly.
"...Good Night..." Alice said dully, before curling up on the bed and falling asleep.